One-Shots In The Dark

Reigons Away - Nookie

first nookie (nate/hunter) oneshot i ever posted. based off a rocket au i have that's based off of the old thing they had on nate and dookie where they were rockets bc they're rowdy dirty boys. 

enjoy?

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Nate leaned back on his bunk in the barracks and stared up at the ceiling. It wasn't like he was lonely or anything. He did this all the time when trying to sleep.
Oh, who was he kidding? Of course he was lonely. His best friend and partner, only one ever amongst their branch of Rockets, Hunter-- had been sent off on a mission in the far off region of Sinnoh. He constantly pleaded to the boss, asked him why he didn't go along-- only to be met with stiff resistance, and reinforced "your skills are better off here than there," despite Hunter being the ONLY FUCKING ONE SENT ON THE MISSION.
And this pissed Nate off greatly.

He wasn't coping with it too terribly-- Hunter knew the schedule and his schedule well enough to know when to call him. And as Hunter wasn't being supervised in any way shape or form save for intel reports on the enemy garbage team Galactic, Nate could call whenever he wanted. But he missed being able to talk.
Nate had a secret-that-wasn't-so-much-a-secret-- he was in love with Hunter. And Hunter was in love with him too. They were both an item. A destiny knot, mayhaps? It was a secret that wasn't so much a secret mainly because the only people who didn't know (or rather, avoided the fact like the plague) were really their higher-ups. The fellow grunts would mock and poke fun at them all the time for being so immensely touchy-feely, and always all over each other, even during missions.
Some of them would be assholes but that didn't affect him too much. And by didn't affect him too much he meant that it would keep him up at night and he would be angry.
Nate spent a lot of his grunt life being angry.

He sat up. 11 PM. Usually at this time Hunter would be debriefing or running around trying to beat people up and steal shit, as he does. So Nate does the usual, and sneaks out of the barracks, even though there was no point in hiding anything from the fellow grunts that knew full well about him and Hunter, and tiptoed into the bathroom.
Hunter called first.

"NATE!" He yelled, and he watched Nate's camera shake-- meaning he jumped. This drew a very happy laugh out of him.
Hunter seated himself on a bench in a quiet city and leaned back. "You're so cute." He cooed, grinning like an absolute dork. Or madman. Depends on how you interpret the giddy ear-to-ear smile that always accompanied him calling his boyfriend. Which was often. He was sure people always thought of him as likely very strange.
"You're such a dick!" He heard from the other end of the call. Hunter laughed again. "I love you too," He said. "I love you so much." He watched Nate fully materialize from the hotbed of pixels that was the terrible signal in the underground base and smiled.
Nate's face flushed red with embarrassment. He looked up and Hunter noticed something-- and leaned a little closer to his watch to confirm. "Nate, did you cut your hair?" He asked, almost in disbelief.
"Yeah. It was getting too long." Nate said nonchalantly, removing his cap. He ran a hand through his hair and Hunter felt his dick jump out of his pants his heart skip a beat.
"Nate, I've been gone for a week and you cut your hair. Why, does having it too long when I'm not around make you miss my hands in your hair just messing it all up?" Hunter asked, laying down on the bench completely now.
Hunter saw Nate raise the finger. He grinned. Getting a rise out of his boyfriend when he was stuck at base surrounded by others this past week has been his favourite thing to do.
"Serious question now. What have ya'll been up to while I was gone?" Hunter asked, sitting up again. He felt the cold nip at his skin through his jacket. He needed to find someplace to make camp, or someplace nobody would mind him just breaking into and sleeping in their bed. Which was pretty much anywhere.
People were so easygoing.
Nate shrugged. "Like... nothing. Some of us were sent out to occupy some places, others to just steal shit. I haven't been given any missions."
Hunter scoffed. "Aww, is the boss feeling bad that I'm not there to protect you? He knows you can hold your own. You fucking clocked Bri in the face once." That was only one incident that contributed to his slight fear of his boyfriend's fierceness.
He heard Nate sigh. "No, I think it might be something else. I'm not as, let's say, 'intellectually challenged' as the others. Like I know how to make a good plan. Or at least an okay plan. I-- basically I'm not stupid. We both know this."
Hunter looked up off at the distance as if staring into a camera lens. "It's almost as if every other grunt is a carbon copy, with the same facial structure and uniform and cardboard personality."
"So I guess he's just making me wait around either until you come back or there's an operation that needs the grunts fit for it. Anyways, what have you been up to?"